Travel & Photography
Walking on Pathways Through the English Countryside
From the city of London to the backcountry of the UK
Heading out from the townhouse in West Sussex, where I’m house-sitting and caring for a cutie fur ball named Teddy, I take a long pull of clean, crisp air. A tinge of unexpected bliss, my eyes close for a few seconds and then open again — wouldn’t want to trip over a curb or something.
An immense cornfield runs along the opposite side of the road and I think, hmm, have I slept this close to a cornfield before? Not sure. I have stayed overnight in places like Nebraska and Oklahoma while on road trips though, so it certainly could be possible.
A slight breeze stirs the cornstalks and the leaves of the trees. The sky is grayish white and thick with clouds. I know, I know, such a shocker in England. It doesn’t seem as though it will rain however, so I opt against carrying an umbrella.
A far sight different from where I was just a week or two prior in the bustling metropolis of London. Loved it, to be sure, with its seemingly endless rows of terraced housing and its swarms…
